Wow! Am I on an updating spree, or what? XD
-sigh- I'm Like, so awake, and it's nearly 4AM...
O.O'' And We just had an earthquake...
Yeah...
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"Dad?" Ryou knocked lightly on the dark wood of his fathers study wall, a few strands of silver fell into his eyes, and he brushed them away, waiting for his father to respond.
"Yes?" His father responded. "Ryou is that you? Come in and open the door." The twelve-year-old obeyed the command, swinging the door open and sliding into his fathers study. Every time he came in here, it never ceased to amaze him. The walls were lined with thick, heavy books, scrolls of papyrus, and other various ancient artifacts. Ryou gazed intently at the symbols on an unraveled scroll against one wall, under a panel of glass. He would never forget the day when he walked in here and discovered he could decipher a few of the hieroglyphs. They trickled into his brain, more and more, until he was practically fluent in the ancient Egyptian language. He never told anyone- especially his father- but assumed that it was Bakura that was somehow doing it.
"What was it you wanted to see me about, son?" His father looked up from his laptop. Ryou bit his lip, taking a seat on the comfortable leather couch. How on earth was he able to explain it?
"I-I need to talk to you about some-some um, guy things." Ryou blushed deeply, his brown gaze now fixed firmly on the ground.
"Oh." Ryou heard a click as the laptop was closed completely, and the couch sank slightly as his father took a seat beside him. "What did you want to talk to me about, Ryou?" The twelve-year-old flushed a deeper shade of crimson.
"W-Well… I-I have th-this crush on someone." He admitted, rubbing at the back of his neck. "A-And I don't know what I can do about it. I mean how do I tell them about it? E-Especially when I-I Don't think- When I know they don't feel the same…" Ryou trailed off. He's going to flip when I tell him everything.
"Oh…" Mr. Bakura tapped his chin for a second. "I thought it might be something like that. Well, who is the lucky girl? Do I know her?"
"W-Well, th-that's the thing." Ryou took a deep breath. "I-It's actually a guy…" He braced himself, waiting for the explosion.
"What?" Never, in his entire life, had the whitenette ever heard his father quite that angry. Not when he found out Ryou was acting bulimic to avoid his medication, when he violently screamed and swore at him when he found out they were moving to Japan, or the many, many times Ryou hated him for the constant therapy. This was real anger and hate.
"I-I kn-know Dad…" Ryou stuttered, making sure to sit as far away from his father as possible. "B-But please, you have to listen to me, I'm really scared and I-"
"Leave." Ryou winced as his father issued the one-word command, his voice shaking. "Leave now."
"Dad-"
"LEAVE RYOU!"
Ryou didn't even know why he was crying. Curled up in a ball on his bed, the Millennium ring cold under his shirt, he sobbed hopelessly into his hands. In reality, that actually went better than he thought. Ryou half-expected his father to hit him or something. Really, he got let off light with a dose of yelling.
Dads going to think I'm really crazy now. Ryou inwardly groaned. Depression, Schizophrenia, Posttraumatic stress disorder, a split personality, and now he's going to add homosexuality to the list..
/Who was stupid enough to tell him, hm/
/… I was./
/Yes. And very silly, wasn't it? Did you think your father would take the fact his only son is a fag calmly/
/Look, stop it. Just stop. One crush doesn't determine a persons sexuality./
/Oh yes, this stupid crush. Who is the lucky guy, hm/
Um.../
/Oh, come on, tell me./
/It's… You./
/What/
/Look, I know it's crazy, but I just do…/
/You're a twelve year old kid, you have no idea of anything/
/I know how I feel/
/No, you don't! Now shut up about it, and if you mention it again, I'll make you pay, you stupid little brat./
/I have to learn to shut up…/
"What?" Ryou's fork clattered to his plate, tears filling wide brown eyes as he gazed in shock at his father. "N-No…"
"Look, Ryou." Mr. Bakura did his best to keep his voice low and soothing. "I just think it may be better for you to be in an environment with the proper care-"
"You want to put me in a mental institution."
"A psychiatric unit, Ryou. It's been recommended by several of your therapists, given your degree of… mental instability."
"I'm not crazy!" Ryou burst into tears. "Y-You c-can't d-do this, y-you c-can't… Please, Dad, please don't do this, I'm not going, I don't want to go…" Mr. Bakura sighed, Izumi busied herself with the baby, not looking at either of them, and Ken was watching Ryou cry with a twisted smile.
"I've made some reservations." Mr. Bakura said in a calm voice. "Next week you will be admitted for two months. I'm sorry Ryou… But I don't know what else to do anymore."
"Bullshit!" Ryou screamed, getting to his feet. Kens smile faded, a shrewd expression crossing his dark features, and his father's face contorted in anger.
"Ryou, I will not have that filthy language!" He roared, banging his fist on the table.
"How do you want me to bloody take it?" Ryou's voice cracked. "Okay Dad, sure, I'm perfectly happy with you shoving me in a loony bin for two months so I'm out of your way!"
"Ryou-"
"That's the only reason, isn't it? You hate the sight of me! You only don't want me around so you can get back to your perfect bloody family!"
"Ryou, that's not it at all-"
"What have I ever done to make you this angry at me, Dad? What have I done that's so wrong? Why do you hate me?"
"It was your fault." The four words were only a whisper, but all five of them heard. It was like a slap in the face for Ryou, who stared at his father wordlessly. He felt numb as he ran to his room, slamming the door behind him and leaning against it, sobbing shaking.
It's all my fault.. Dad's right, it is my fault, they wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for me, he's right…
"Ryou?" The timid female voice made his hard seize, but Ryou relaxed when he recognized it was only Izumi. "Ryou, can I please come in?" Wordlessly, the twelve-year-old opened the door, sitting down on his bed tearfully.
"Wh-what to do you want." Ryou muttered, his arms crossed as he glared at the floor. Izumi sighed.
"Look Ryou… Your father didn't mean it. He just said it without thinking-"
"No, he's right!" Ryou shouted tearfully. "It's all my fault that they're dead! How come I'm the only person that survived? It just isn't fair."
"It's not your fault." Izumi said softly. Stroking Ryou's hair soothingly. "Did you push that car over the cliff?"
"N-No..." Ryou sniffed, rubbing at his eyes. "But-"
"No buts." Izumi said firmly. "None of what happened was ever your fault Ryou, you have to realize that."
Dear Amane
I've been doing a lot of thinking, you know, and I've come to the conclusion that I hate my father. Not just regular hate, I never, ever want to see him again for as long as I live. He's a twisted sadist. Why the heck did he have to put me in this place? It's just like a prison. That's probably his plan. I'm serving a jail sentence for murder. It's been two days and all I've done is either sit in this room, sit in therapy, or sit in the cafeteria. There's so much sitting it isn't funny.
I'm hungry as well. Really, really hungry. I suppose I've been bringing it upon myself, though. I stopped eating ever since Dad told me I was going to this hell hole, and even though I fainted twice, he never changed his mind. He just laughed and said that they'd force-feed me when I got here. He doesn't make funny jokes… I hope he was joking.
I hate therapy as well. All of us sit in a circle and discuss our problems. No thanks. Judging by the sound of the other kids, not only am I the youngest, I have the longest list of mental diseases. The frustrating thing is that I don't have any mental diseases, But who's going to believe in an ancient Egyptian spirit living in my head unless they were like, a witch doctor or something.
It's tempting…
By the way that the nurses and doctors are talking about me when they think I'm not listening, I can assume that my Dad lied to me. When I asked an orderly if they could find out the exact date I'd be leaving in two months, she only laughed at me. I get a sinking feeling that I'm going to be here for a very, very long time.
So much for the stable, wholesome life out father promised us. Good one, Dad.
Love you lots,
Ryou.
The twelve-year-old wiped at his eyes as he folded the paper into fourths, tucking it under the hard mattress of his bed. Thankfully, no one had found out about his letters yet, or they'd probably put him in a padded cell. Ryou let out a long sigh as he stretched out on his bed, gazing at the small room in distaste. Cream walls, moss green carpets, and a navy bedspread. Better than white, though. Ryou hated the colour white. He cast a gaze at the lock placed on his door, the metal screen over his small window. It was bloody depressing. And he didn't have his Millennium ring, either. They took it off him because the points were sharp, and could be harmful. Ryou snorted at the thought. He wasn't a masochist, just to introverted and depressed he almost blended in with the walls.
I hate this place.
Strange as it was, Ryou really missed the cold sardonic voice in the back of his head. He missed his demon, his darkness. Wow. He really was crazy.
I wonder how long I'm going to be in here? Six months, a year? I don't even care anymore… God I'm so hungry…
Tears gathered in his long dark eyelashes, but Ryou didn't wipe them away. Blinking several times, he was able to see clearly again, but there wasn't anything to look at apart from the blank cream ceiling.
Bleh -stabs- Like, three more chapters and it's all done for good and then I can get to my huge list of other unfinished ficcys...
R&R?